When Hope Is Lost
Seekers of gold and purple priests flatter the circular ways of man
the eyes of the fools have been pleased thus far
This life is a funny thing to live
Monarchs,Republics,Governments,Money,Sex,Murder,Masquerade,Martyrdom,
Happiness,Family,Enemy,God,Gods,Men,Women,Prejudice,War
BIRTH & DEATH
I'll get to know the wind instead of my fellow man
I'll search the unseen in hopes of discovering nobility
This life is the coldest one I've ever known
It's empty and time is moving
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
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